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Your age: 16
Natasha's age: 32
Prompt: read the request cuz I'm wayyyyy to lazy to write all that out again lol
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It's weird, seeing the world through my eyes.
Imagine seeing it through cheap red glass. Everything is distorted and out of order. Well, except for the thing I'm supposed to do. That thing is clear.
The tree I'm hiding behind is clear and not weird in the slightest. I can feel its bark under my fingers and hear the wind swishing through its leaves. That's how I know I'm on the right path.
When voices approach, I know exactly where I'm supposed to be. They are clear as day, piercing through the buzz in my head.
Then my eyes land on her. She steps out from behind a tree together with a tall men that I know all to well.
Natalia Romanova.
Her red hair just about reaches below her shoulders and it's flattened. I know because I've seen pictures of her from the academy back at home. It's normally slightly wavy. But I guess she doesn't want that.
Natalia Romanova is a traitor.
She betrayed her country and the people who raised her. She is a disgrace for the academy and she disgusts me.
And she's clear.
Natalia Romanova is my target.
Kill her. The voice in my head orders. So I obey.
When she and the man are close enough, I make my entrance. Silent as the shadows hanging behind them, I sneak out from behind the tree and pounce on her.
But what I thought would be an easy kill, quickly turns difficult.
Natalia throws me on the ground with such force that all the air in my lungs leave me. When I try to get up again, she shoves me back down. My head meets the hard surface of a rock and with a crack I lose consciousness.
I hate the beeping of heart-rate monitors. The moment I wake up, it's there.
When I try to sit up, restraints keep me down.
Great.
Looking around the small hospital room, I notice one thing.
It's not distorted.
Everything is as clear as they should be. No voices, no ripples, nothing. Well, except for the heart-rate monitor beeping in my ear.
Beep fucking beep.
The back of my head aches and I just know I have a concussion. It's her fault.
